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eleanor prince Mar 2020
sweet corral
in savage fields
you were to me
salvaged visions
hushed syllables
relayed in gasps
now stilled

and I sang to  
this favoured space
place all ages stretch
dance to meadow’s song
but havens don’t last
for spent shepherds
seek sleep too

I face myself
as dark clouds
I saw fomenting
omens of looming
deepening chill told
of friendship's succor
earmarked to go

confronted by
naked and scarred
discarded outcasts
dirges of limbs
parts broken
by storms'

you stood
beside me
sturdy strong
then winds ceased
and bland tones

no sunny sky friend
you are but in storms
you see the beaten
traveler's plea
as rains
Sometimes we happen to come by someone we grow to deeply love as a precious friend, however they may well not see things quite that way, as they could be the perennial helper of those battling the stormy night, and when too much of the everyday mundane increases and swamps the scene, they can unexpectedly withdraw, needing space to chill and just be, and you feel such regret, remorse, shame even, that you didn't realize you were becoming a bad smell, a suffocating presence and you need to draw back or lose the contact, connection forever.
Adrian Mar 2020
Broken handshakes
Come after whispers.

Silently soft doubts
Summon severed strings
To pluck feathered wings.

A foundation built of stone
Left to crumble alone.
Stay in touch with those you hold dear, they may fall away from you if you lose contact. I already see this happening to others. Stay strong everyone.
Redaviel Feb 2020
Restless nights, restless hearts
Occupied with hobbies and interactions
Bonds forged on course inside and out
Found people who pursued thy arts
Found memories and heartbreaks
I only wish to earn my keep and get out
I know they are but fleeting valuables
But why do they still have a home in me?
And why the door is always unlocked?
Poetic T Jul 2019
A thousand strands of
       beautiful woven death.

Though they hang like
           silk nets holding

the suffocating twine of eternity.

Each one is eventually severed,
       and bleached filaments

gather below, static and devoid
                            of deaths adulation.

What was well kept,  is now
            discontinued echoes.

No longer the adulation of

      just void less inconsequence.
- Mar 2019
sometimes old love,
never went away.

oftentimes it's still there,
but the love is bent and
s e v e r e d.
Brittany Hall Jan 2019
Slander me, expose me; tell them who I really am.
No one can handle me, or control me; I know who I really am.
Disregard all of my endless efforts,
To keep our bond from being severed.
Fighting off the wild dogs,
While you were sleeping in the fog.
Struggling to keep our sails afloat,
You sat pretty and watched me choke.
When I decided it was time to let go,
You didn't take the ropes, you just let the wind blow.
Held on so tight for so long; my hands are bleeding.
The saltwater stings but it's also healing.
Still, I'll take another sip; it keeps me alive,
Even though it slowly kills me at the same time.
Slowly but surely; my favourite way to die.
I savour the taste of every single tear that I cry.
Can't you see these reactions, or hear the words that I've said?
Due to your actions and the words I've been fed.
I loved you so much, I would die for you.
You loved it so much, you'd let me die for you too.
Some people give, and some people take,
And when it's love, it's both hearts that break.
Nylee Jan 2018
This is not living what I really do
when I count all the days to go
it is easier to forget when I sleep
but when the sun passes through the window
it comes back faster than I can blink
the two decades have been enough for me
how many more will I have to see
Everything comes and go, nothing remains
there is uncertainty in all the lanes
More steps ahead, I go beyond
towards the neighbouring severed bonds.
eleanor prince Jan 2018
eye of storm
feels good
inanely safe

cloak of unreality
supplanting sense
as trap shuts

butterfly hovers
in silken web

rests stupidly
while harm beckons

illusions numb

battle weary
instincts spent
on long haul

gusts of
warning winds

as incongruent
unworthy of note

but sword will drop
mayhem eclipse
former state

past suspension

as raw reality
severs dreams

to beguiling
beware the weariness that eclipses knowing... and reason... it will exact a price
Josh Overson Dec 2017
I am.
Out, left rotted and weathered.
Confused and terrored.
Heart loosened and severed.
I am no better.  
Just feeling lesser.  
As time goes by...
And I open my eyes...
Fist start to fly...
Hitting walls and doors
I fall to the floor
I can give no more
My heart won't explore
You'll always have mine...
**But I'll never have yours.
I'm dumb.
My heart beats to a drum with no rhythm.
Poetic T Sep 2017
Ligaments are folly for the static movements
that I tender on the world around me.
I'm a puppet that has had its strings severed.

No longer will I stand before a crowd admiring
the swag of free motivation. Now I'm but a flawed
puppet with my useless severed strings lingering.

Once upon a time I was  a puppet and I pulled all
my own strings... But now I'm gathering
dust in my self  pity, and my strings are now cut.

But even though they are severed, and no longer
dance to my own tunes. I'm no weaker than before!
I'm stronger within myself, I may have fallen but got up.

"We are stronger than we think,
"We just have to pick ourselves up.
           *"For we are our own weight, that only we can pick up.
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